Hey guys! Usually I won't be updating so soon with new stories and such… but I couldn't help myself! Enjoy!
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She was a rush of blonde curls, with blue eyes so fiery that you could see the passion hidden beneath them. But she was also hiding. Freddie knew that behind her beautiful self, there was something she was hiding from. Feelings she could never let go of. Feelings that would come out in a single burst of emotion. Time was of the essence.
Every day she had put a mask on, a face of toughness. Even to her closest friends, Sam had never opened up to who she truly was. She had unknowingly put up a wall around herself, blocking what had happened and could not be undone. All for him to notice her.
She tried so hard for him to notice her, but to her it could never be enough. In all truth, Sam needed her one true love to see who she really was, but she could never seem to break the spell and take off the mask. Sam was a fighter, denying the truth so thoroughly that it sometimes clouded her vision. She couldn't see what was happening right in front of her face, and told herself she didn't want to.
To Sam, her life seemed to be falling to pieces, like a glass shattered on the kitchen floor. Her mother was always drunk and/or on drugs, her father who-knows-where. Sam always knew that she could never dream of comparing to her ever-perfect twin sister Melanie, who was off at a foreign boarding school. Freddie would never love her. It seemed to Sam that nobody cared about her. She liked to pretend he did, but then told herself it was a lie. How could he? She thought. I constantly abuse him. All she needed was the slightest smile, a gaze that lingers a second too long, anything. Those little things kept her going.
Day by day Sam was becoming nastier. Even her closest friends began to shy away. They were always slightly scared of her, but now they were terrified. Sam knew she had never meant to take her feelings this far. She needed them. She needed him.
Freddie knew Sam. He knew she was a fighter: always denying the truth no matter how much or hard she was telling herself not to. He had always known that for her, being tough was just an act. (An extremely painful act, but all the same. He thought.) But now, Freddie sensed a real problem. Sam seemed to be getting more and more depressed each day, and had come extremely close to breaking down more and more often. She was slowly dying inside. Freddie was sure there was something seriously wrong, and he was determined to find out what it was. Time was of the essence. No matter what, he promised himself, I will be there for her. Little did Freddie know that he was the center of all her problems.
Whelp… that's the prologue! I have the first chapter already written and am working on the second one. This doesn't have a definite plot…. I'm just going to think of it as I write. Not sure when the chapter will be up: possibly sometime this week. Luv yas! R&R?